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"
Pity
,
Montag
,
pity
.
Do
n't
haggle
and
nag
them
;
you
were
so
recently
one
of
them
yourself
.
They
are
so
confident
that
they
will
run
on
for
ever
.
But
they
wo
n't
run
on
.
They
do
n't
know
that
this
is
all
one
huge
big
blazing
meteor
that
makes
a
pretty
fire
in
space
,
but
that
some
day
it
'll
have
to
hit
.
They
see
only
the
blaze
,
the
pretty
fire
,
as
you
saw
it
.
"
"
Montag
,
old
men
who
stay
at
home
,
afraid
,
tending
their
peanut-brittle
bones
,
have
no
right
to
criticize
.
Yet
you
almost
killed
things
at
the
start
.
Watch
it
!
I
'm
with
you
,
remember
that
.
I
understand
how
it
happened
.
I
must
admit
that
your
blind
raging
invigorated
me
.
God
,
how
young
I
felt
!
But
now
--
I
want
you
to
feel
old
,
I
want
a
little
of
my
cowardice
to
be
distilled
in
you
tonight
.
The
next
few
hours
,
when
you
see
Captain
Beatty
,
tiptoe
round
him
,
let
me
hear
him
for
you
,
let
me
feel
the
situation
out
.
Survival
is
our
ticket
.
Forget
the
poor
,
silly
women
...
"
"
I
made
them
unhappier
than
they
have
been
in
years
,
I
think
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
It
shocked
me
to
see
Mrs.
Phelps
cry
.
Maybe
they
're
right
,
maybe
it
's
best
not
to
face
things
,
to
run
,
have
fun
.
I
do
n't
know
.
I
feel
guilty
--
"
"
No
,
you
must
n't
!
If
there
were
no
war
,
if
there
was
peace
in
the
world
,
I
'd
say
fine
,
have
fun
!
But
,
Montag
,
you
must
n't
go
back
to
being
just
a
fireman
.
All
is
n't
well
with
the
world
.
"
Montag
perspired
.
"
Montag
,
you
listening
?
"
"
My
feet
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
I
ca
n't
move
them
.
I
feel
so
damn
silly
.
My
feet
wo
n't
move
!
"
"
Listen
.
Easy
now
,
"
said
the
old
man
gently
.
"
I
know
,
I
know
.
You
're
afraid
of
making
mistakes
.
Do
n't
be
.
Mistakes
can
be
profited
by
.
Man
,
when
I
was
young
I
shoved
my
ignorance
in
people
's
faces
.
They
beat
me
with
sticks
.
By
the
time
I
was
forty
my
blunt
instrument
had
been
honed
to
a
fine
cutting
point
for
me
.
If
you
hide
your
ignorance
,
no
one
will
hit
you
and
you
'll
never
learn
.
Now
,
pick
up
your
feet
,
into
the
firehouse
with
you
!
We
're
twins
,
we
're
not
alone
any
more
,
we
're
not
separated
out
in
different
parlours
,
with
no
contact
between
.
If
you
need
help
when
Beatty
pries
at
you
,
I
'll
be
sitting
right
here
in
your
eardrum
making
notes
!
"
